Canvas – a poem by Susan Brice

Canvas 

Blow gently on a dandelion clock.
What is the time?	The time is now.

Seeds drift dainty on a summer breeze,
they waft across a light blue day, float meadow-ward.

Bees are feeding on a nectar canvas:

cornflowers	yarrow	harebells,
	cowslips	thistles 	cranesbill
corncockle	 nettles	daisies
	allium		anemone	borage

random splashes of colour, of scent, of grace
thrown from the brush of the Ultimate Artist.

What is the time?	The time is now.

Susan Brice lives in Belper, Derbyshire with her husband and small dog, Sunny. She has meandered through life and has learned to be glad for Light and Joy. She also understands the blessings of Darkness and Sorrow. In 2022, Susan collaborated with two friends to produce an anthology of their poems, Daughters of Thyme (dotipress.com). They are currently working on a second anthology.